Chapter 1

Morning boss, sorry I’m late, I had a wild weekend. What do we have this morning? That’s good, probably best if I don’t have to do any climbing until after lunch.

Well, my band had a gig at a bar, it went pretty good, friendly crowd.

There was a girl; I know, you’re shocked right? Yeah, anyway, she was hot, young, and black. I swear I didn’t think I had a chance with her, I was just flirting for fun.

The first thing you see is hair; she had a mountain of it, a frizzy crazy black cloud around her face. It says she’s a girl who doesn’t give a shit about fashion, and who wants to be noticed.

Then her face; dark brown and so damn cute. I never had a black girlfriend before, but I was always turned on by dark girls.

She was wearing tight short shorts so half her ass cheeks were showing; holey shit boss, if you saw that ass you’d be late for work too.

Legs; long smooth muscular, with heels on her feet. A waist so small I imagined I could circle it with my hands.

Anyway, I’m up there on stage playing and singing, looking at her, and she’s looking back and we’re smiling at each other because she’s the hottest female in the room and I’m the singer, and it was great fun. When the set was over we broke down the gear and I went to the bar where she was with a few other girls, mixed colors. Her belly was exposed, flat and black. Her tits were small. But when she smiled at me with those even white teeth, I thought I was gonna come right there.

So I sidle over to meet them all, and they’re a bit young; college girls it turns out. Her name is Mira. The boys see I have a shot so they load the van without me. The girls are fun, but half my age you know; so I’m thinking I’d better let them be.

“I have to go.” I said, “The van is loaded and so am I, I didn’t bring my own ride.”

“Hang out with us or a while.” Mira said, and she hit me with that smile again.

Well I was still sure those girls were just fucking with me, but that was ok, they were great. So pretty and fun, full of optimism you know. We all bought rounds and pretty soon everyone was toasted.

I had the bartender call me a cab, and I asked Mira if she wanted to come back to my place.

You know I do ok with the ladies; and I was sure she’d say no, but I had to ask. Next thing I know, we’re at my apartment fumbling and groping.

I hate to admit this Boss, but it wasn’t good. Next thing I know it’s Sunday morning and my head hurts. I look up and she’s dressed already, quietly opening the door to leave.

I was so ashamed; I’d brought this hot young girl home and disappointed us both.

“Hey, don’t go.” I said to her, “I can make breakfast, coffee at least.”

She turned and looked at me; that cute little brown face all hesitant and definitely not happy.

“I’m sorry.” I told her, heaving myself upright.

“For what?” she asked.

“Drunken sex.” I said, “I can barely even remember. Come on, stay for breakfast and then I’ll drive you home or whatever.”

“Ok.” She said, and put her bag down.

So I made a big breakfast and turned on the charm; talked a little and listened a lot. I wanted to do it to her right you know, but I needed to seduce her again, sober and in daylight.

So she tells me her life story, which didn’t take long since she’s only 19. She has a girlfriend, a lover; they’ve been together since they were both 16 but they had a fight and split up. I asked her if she ever had a boyfriend and she said I was her first guy.

“I need to have a shower.” I told her when I thought the timing was right, “Maybe you want to join me?”

She hesitated; I liked that. Mira isn’t a slutty girl.

“Listen,” I told her, “Now feel even worse. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I ruined your first time. Let’s wash it all off and see if we can start again.”

“I don’t know if I’m into it.” She said, “Maybe I’m really just gay.”

“Well give it a try.” I said, “See how it makes you feel. If you change your mind you just tell me so and I’ll drive you home.”

“Yeah, ok.” She said.

Look, you know I’m good at this sort of thing, but Mira really is the prettiest girl ever. Too young to keep, but damn hot.

We both undressed in the morning light, and I saw her body and she saw mine. She seemed to like what she saw, and I sure liked what I saw.

Her curves, boss; her tight little young tits and her perfect round ass, her dark skin so even, her lean middle and strong legs. Shit, she’s so fine I almost couldn’t go through with it.

And her crotch was shaved. Not a hair. Fuck man, girls these days, they do that.

Ok, we’d better get started, I’ll tell you the rest at lunch; but you’re buying!

Right, where was I? So she tied her hair in a bun on top of her head, and we get in the bath and shower, and I start soaping her shoulders, then her arms. She’s looking up at me with those big eyes, and her nipples are standing out until I couldn’t resist them and more and I let my hands go there.

And she reaches out and takes my cock in her hands; I was half erect but that brings me up to full power again. Her little black hands on my hard white cock, all soapy and excited, I was buzzing like I was connected to the power grid. Then I kissed her; real gentle and slow. I’m as hard as a rock and she doesn’t seem to want to let go of it.

We washed each other, almost ritualistic. Getting the sweat and bad sex off of us both so we could start again. It took a while and the hot water ran out. She’s all small, young, smart, and black; and me, big, old, dumb, and white. It was wonderful, to be so different and so into each other at the same time.

We toweled each other off, and I took her hand and led her back to the bed. But when I pulled the cover back, I saw the sheet had a blood stain on it from when I took her cherry the night before.

It almost blew the mood, but she helped me change it.

This time, it was perfect. I was fucking lucky to get a second chance with her, it’d taken all the charm I have to get her back into that bed.

She kept her eyes on me, she looked a little bit afraid but she was smiling too. I stroked her body with my fingertips, then I kissed her hands and worked my way upwards. It was a grey Sunday morning and we had all day.

She touched me too; she ran her hands over my face, my chest, and my cock. She grinned every time she held my erection, like a kid at Christmas. I guess I did too.

I rubbed it over her dark skin, I straddled her and put it on her chest so I could squeeze it between her tits. I was mesmerized by her beauty, her body is incredible but her face is burned into me, man, that face of hers is so pretty, my cock was pulsing there between her teenaged breasts and she was smiling up at me, and she took it in her hand and pulled me up to her mouth.